We'll Never be Royals
Daenerys
The alley was bigger than Dany had pictured. Lined with gangs, men that Dany had always been taught to avoid. Drogo kept his eyes straight ahead, never looking at any of them for more than a split second. Dany knew he'd had no reason to do this at home, but in a place like Vaes Dothrak, he wasn't Drogo Khatchadourian. He was a boy of sixteen who'd lived a privileged, sheltered life in Westeros Acres. Qotho looked even more on edge, his hand constantly resting on his gun. Irri and Jhiqui stared at the ground and Rakharo walked between his brothers, he looked like he was trying to make himself smaller. Rakharo's pathetic, he's only in tenth grade…Dany thought, before she realized she was a year younger and had been glued to Drogo this whole time.
A cluster of women stood at the dead end, tall and covered in lean muscle.
"Drogo Khatchadourian."
"Dosh Khaleen."
"Is this your girl?" said the tall blonde one, jerking her handgun in Dany's direction.
"I'm Dany, it's nice to meet you."
"Cute. How old are you?"
"14, but I'll be 15 in the spring."
A very Armenian-looking woman snorted. "Great. I assume you know why you're here?"
"Yes, ma'am. I need to take back the Westeros Acres school board. And I can't do that without some help." Dany turned around to address the men, "We're willing to put aside all feuds between the Khatchadourian, Kakhardian, Karadjian and Vochkharian families."
A tall man stepped forward and placed a hand on Dany's shoulder, "And how do you propose we do that, darling?"
"Don't start with me, Mago." Drogo said through clenched teeth,
"Okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves." said Qotho,
Dany felt a hand brush past her ass, another man appeared behind her, "Why should we have anything to do with the Khatchadourians?" he said, Dany felt tension begin the rise, the Dosh Khaleen were watching with anticipating eyes, They're hookers… Dany realized.
"That failed attack was something to do with us." Drogo spat, "You should watch your step, Fogo."
"Looks like Adelina finally cut the cord. I remember your Mom, you know, her pussy was like Nirvana and she sucked my dick like the whore she was. I wonder if your little sisters fell closely enough to that tree." Irri shuddered and Jhiqui moved closer to Rakharo.
Qotho withdrew his gun and held it against Fogo's Adam's apple, "Say that again, you sick fuck."
"Qotho, quit." Rakharo said, Qotho glared and stepped back.
"Getting ahead of yourself, son." said Fogo, "That's what almost got your father killed all those years ago."
"What reasons do we have to join your resistance?" Mago stepped in,
"Money." Drogo replied, "Bragging rights, neighbourhoods, getting on my father's good side."
"I don't need to get on his good side. He'll be dead in a good twenty years anyway. Your dad's got nothing going for him but some worthless respect he got in the nineties and an astounding ability to make young women uncomfortable."
Rakharo swallowed hard, "The Kashishian girls. My parents are close with their mom, you can have your pick of them."
No, not Doreah and her sisters…
"You can't promise that, Rakharo." Qotho derided, "it's illegal. Our brother Jhaqo owns a growhouse, we'll send you a percentage of the proceeds that comes out of that."
"So your ways of convincing us are Bharbo Khatchadourian's approval and some weed money?"
"It's better than being at risk and having less money."
"You're not very convincing, Drogo."
Drogo placed the barrel of his gun against the side of Mago's head, "Does this convince you?"
"You know how to shoot that thing?"
"Better than you do."
"I'd step real lightly if I were you." Mago pulled out a knife and pressed the point against Drogo's shoulder, "There are more of us than there are of you, and here I thought you Suburban Horses were too high and mighty to fuck with Sheep like us."
"Horses and Sheep can fight back and forth for a while before a Dragon has to step in." Dany announced from the sidelines,
"You suburban kids are fucking delusional."
Drogo stepped forward, the knife's point dug into his skin and dark red blood began to soak into his shirt. Mago dragged the blade down, creating a wider cut, Drogo didn't flinch.
"She's a Targaryen. You Vochkharians are taking over neighbourhoods? Her family took over the province for a while, and you Vochkharians have never held land for very long."
"I thought it was bad that you were sixteen and trying to be taken seriously, but now you're taking orders from that little bitch."
Drogo drew his gun back.
"I'm not going to shoot you. I'm not going to give you that satisfaction. I'm going to give you the death you deserve." A knife appeared in his hand, Dany felt sick.
Don't do this Dany, you've seen people die before. Mom died having you, you slept next to Viserys and he died right there. This is the same, he actually deserved it.
Mago twisted the knife and pulled it away. "You wouldn't do it."
"I already have." Drogo smirked.
And it was over as quickly as it had started, Mago was dead within seconds. Drogo stepped back and sopped the blood off his knife. The gangs watched, silently. For men who had seen this all before, they looked almost shocked. He pushed his hair back and faced Fogo, whose face hardened. Blood was streaming through the fabric of his shirt.
"Oh God, you're seriously fucked." Dany exclaimed,
"Jesus, Dany, it's not that bad."
"You need stitches or something."
"Yeah, it's pretty bad." said one of the Dosh Khaleen hookers, the one with the red weave, "You should probably go get it sewn up."
"I can fix it." said a woman's voice, Dany whipped around and saw the outline of a woman standing at the end of the alley. She looked kind of like a grandma, she was wearing scrubs and driving a white Volvo.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"My name's Mirri Kakhardian, MD, I work over at East General."
"We don't need help from you Sheep." said Qotho. "And how the fuck are we supposed to know you aren't just some crackhead off the street? You look like you're on crack."
"It's called aging gracefully, son. God sent me to heal his children, wherever I may find them."
"Qotho, will you just stop for a second?" Dany whined,
"I can sew you up right here, you look like you have a high pain tolerance."
"Just do it. Maybe it'll get Qotho to stop being a bitch."
...
Mirri sewed him up with a couple fast sutures and handed him a dime bag of weed.
"Just in case you don't have a high pain tolerance later."
"How much do you want?"
"My gift to you." she said, "You got rid of Mago Vochkharian, I've owed him money for a while and we've had some pretty bad encounters. That's all the payment I need."
"Thank you so much." Dany cut in, "When I take back the school board, I'll send you some of the proceeds."
"Aren't you the sweetest thing!" Mirri grinned, "If you're ever in the area, just stop by the hospital, I live and breathe that place." Mirri got back into her car, "See you kids on the other side!"
